This album was created by and My man JoJo got a caught on fed So he gotta get out of Atlanta hit Baby say he been selfish, he like "so ho?" Then he picked up the cell called his old ho She took him to the airport, hit him some bread in the deck, then hit him with some head Hit the counter with the ID and the ticket The old man little suspicious but he hit him a fifty Hit him with a hundred, hit him the "Shhh..." The old man the ticket and he went like "Shhh..." he hit him with the smile, and he hit him with the wink And JoJo hit the bathroom, hit the sink Cold water, had to on the face His pumping Snoop "Murder was the Case" Oh shit, to his left, Ghostface "Peace God, God, where's Shallah Rae?" "Think he had down in M.I.A today" told him "nice Wallies" then out on his way Now it's back to reality, say: gotta make it to that side of the gate He moves out the bathroom quickly haste And it's a long line, it's a while the gates And it's an old giving Jo the evil eye Mad cause she see him spaces in line Back in JoJo spot Ivy Girl from the hood that he knew NYC TSA agent so she him on the ID Before he go through X-ray he off his shades Taking off his jacket, arm out the Reached in his pocket, oh shit got He done made it this far, Jo to do? So he it in his pocket And he walked through (He walked right through?) He walked right Then the TSA agent say "She at you." The old that had seen Jo cut line Went to a officer and tried to drop But Ivy wasn't having that, to the copper him that the old lady's ID wasn't proper Now the old getting treated like a terrorist Cop got his where her grey pubic hair it is After this she gonna have to see a therapist JoJo the situation hilarious Threw the old lady's deuces, heading to the Concourse A, headed to his Arrived on time, they called the first Upgraded took a little more cash relieved, hes almost free Can't to land in the NYC belts on, seat back up Triple of Seagram's in JoJo's cup A little too he felt the stewardess up She said "Stop, sir!", he like "What?" Gave a big tip he headed to the bathroom he got there told her "Hey, it has room" Turned the into a smashroom She was lines he was hitting from behind Look up in the mirror saw Ghost another "Peace god, god, I ain't see ya Wis' Lean toward the mirror cause I talk biz" Ghostface told him only 20 to When you get there a car take you to You don't want the boys on call So tell the to make a wheelchair call came, deboard plane Jojo couple old and they canes Exiting the door he seen a dog slow Couldn't dump the weed, to go Turns out the dog sniffed out that Good thing the a cokehead ho they bumrushed the bitch And threw her ass to the Jo the wheelchair boy "Let's go!" And Jo got away how the story go